Stones are just a metaphor, as are barbs, knives, bullets and other hurtful manifestations of perception. Metaphors pass through a clear spirit. No harm. No armor or defences required. Unless you allow your mind to manifest them.

Less and less am I concerned with what I or others perceive to be right and wrong good and evil proper and improper beautiful and ugly… These seem to me distractions from the core practices of spirituality: Experience peace Express love

A Facebook friend posted this image today and it jarred loose some thoughts. False self… It’s very popular to denigrate the ego, and we are often taught that only by annihilating it can we achieve enlightenment. But I think my spirit-guide would have me thank my ego. Without it, I […]

Truth is a bit of a scary concept to me, and an even more disturbing quantity when wielded by the minds of any but the truly enlightened. Whenever I find myself speaking capitol “T” truths, it’s time to get off at the next exit, or at least find a rest […]

I’m going to tell you a story about someone who became a part of my life in a way few other people ever experience. Well, I wonder about that. I wonder how many other people go about their day-to-day lives only vaguely aware that there’s something unusual going on in […]

Often, even a prolonged search appears fruitless But look among the discards For the unsought fruit So often sweeter, more fulfilling Than the one intended. Seeking is an act of desire, Discovery, an act of vision. Disentangled from objectives, Seeking always bears fruit.

If you feel hatred, feel the anger that powers it. If you feel anger, feel the fear that motivates it. If you feel fear, feel the pain that underlies it. If you feel pain, heal the part of you that feels it. Pain is the crucible in which all […]

When I choose to live in my fear, my anger, my hate I see the world through eyes that fear I hear the song of anger in every note I taste hatred as if all sustenance were the bitterest root In my mind I place the world of power, control […]

We are always changing, But only to become ourselves. What we leave behind was not ours. What we carry forward is, if only for the moment. Sometimes a backward glance clarifies what was, what remains, what will be.

Peter is a pen name, as all the characters who post on this blog are. I am Patrick Jennings, and this is just one of several blogs I've created in the last couple decades. The most recent (and only active) one is Pix to Words, which features my own photographs as points of inspiration for writing, including short stories, travelogues, essays, poetry and other genres. Read more »